Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Croatia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Can to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Can,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
June of 44,
Joe Smooth,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Green,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.